Monday, August 01, 2011

I Knew I Would Stink At It

OK.  It's pretty obvious.  I'm not a good streaker.  I think any one who knows me well would know that I would stink at this.  I'm just too darn modest.

Here's the deal.  I was actually doing really, really well going to bed at between 11:30 and 11:45, but not BY 11:30 which is what my goal was. So I said to Wendell, "I'm going to count it if I'm in bed before 11:45.  That's going to count for my streak."

You know what Wendell said?  "No way.  Then it will be 'as long as I'm in bed before midnight', and pretty soon you'll be going to bed at 12:22 and counting it as going to bed by 11:30."

"That's it," I said. "I'm going to have to change my streak and push it back to 11:45, then."

"Or," Wendell pointed out, "you could start getting ready for bed at 11:15."

He's right of course.  And that's what I *should* have done.  But I didn't.  What I did was the opposite.  If it was 11:25 and I didn't have my PJ's on yet, I'd just sit and read or visit or do whatever until 11:45 or so.  And then I'd get ready for bed.  Or, if I was making a concerted effort and realized that it was 11:35, I'd just stop, give up and play Angry Birds on my iPad for 20 minutes.  But bit by bit I have been going to bed later and later.  I'm desperate for an afternoon nap, I don't want to get up and work out, I feel crummy.

In a nice way (love you, honey) I'm telling Wendell to stick it.  This is MY blog, dang it, and I can do whatever I want.  So I'm pushing my streak back.  And at 11:20 each night, I'm going to make a break for it.  I think this will work.

The other thing was, I wanted a little container to hold my earrings and I was looking around for one to motivate me to go to bed on time and this was going to be my reward.  And my dear husband (sending kisses and adoring looks his way) told me that I could use this, that or the other to hold my earrings. And he's right again.  I could.  But I also lost my motivation to go to bed.  I KNOW that feeling good should be enough.  It's not.  I want to buy myself stuff.  Nice stuff.  Helpful stuff.  Organizing stuff.  So there.  When I go to bed a whole week---seven days in a row--at 11:45 or earlier, then I'm going to buy myself an earring holder.

There.  I feel so much better.

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